Chapter 429 Seraphina Takes Care of the Drunken Dashiell
"How do you know Seraphina's gonna show up?" Alaric's tone was all chill, not matching Cecilia's urgency at all.
"I know her. Seraphina's not the type to ignore someone in need. She's got a good heart, even if she talks tough. Plus, she's never broken a promise to me," Cecilia said, totally sure of herself.
Alaric casually made a call, giving out some instructions, then turned back to Cecilia. "Why are you trying to hook up Seraphina and Dashiell?"
Cecilia shrugged, "I think they'd be good together."
Alaric shot back, "I think you're setting Dashiell up for a world of hurt."
Cecilia sighed, "Don't judge Seraphina so harshly. She actually..."
"Actually what? She's the one who made Dashiell disabled and lose his kid. How do you figure they're a good match?" Alaric said, full of disdain.
Cecilia bit her lip. She couldn't think of anything good Seraphina had done for Dashiell right now. Seraphina didn't love him, and their different upbringings made their relationship rocky from the start. But deep down, Seraphina wasn't all bad. She got Dashiell's kindness, even if she never said it out loud.
Cecilia always felt that the unsent message from Seraphina in their past life was real. Once Seraphina admitted she loved Dashiell, she'd make up for all the hurt she caused.
"Dashiell likes Seraphina," Cecilia said, not needing any other reason. That fact alone explained everything.
"When you like someone, you wanna be with them. I'm just helping Dashiell get Seraphina. Isn't that right?" Cecilia asked Alaric seriously.
Alaric smirked, "You're really good at twisting things around."
"I'm just stating facts. Everyone knows Dashiell's been in love with Seraphina for years. He hasn't forgotten her, and he won't. So setting them up is the best thing for him. Am I wrong?" Cecilia said, standing her ground.
Alaric looked at her serious face and was clearly moved. He didn't say if she was right or wrong. Instead, he cupped her face and kissed her deeply.
Cecilia's eyes widened, staring at Alaric. Was he just brushing her off with a kiss?
Cecilia tried to resist, but the more she did, the tighter Alaric held her. Eventually, she gave in.
Augustus, the driver, was used to this kind of thing by now. He used to be shy, but now he just kept driving.
When Dashiell got back to the neighborhood, he felt super dizzy. He couldn't even use his crutches to get home. In hindsight, he should've used a wheelchair.
The driver said, "Mr. Rainier, hang on a sec. I'll help you back."
"Thanks," Dashiell said, not refusing. He couldn't make it on his own.
After a few minutes, a car pulled up at the neighborhood entrance, and Seraphina stepped out.
The driver spotted Seraphina and hustled over. "Hey, you Ms. Everhart?"
"Yeah, that's me," Seraphina nodded. "Where's Dashiell?"
"He's in the car," the driver said quickly. "He's plastered and can't walk."
Seraphina rolled her eyes. With Dashiell's low tolerance, she could get him wasted in three minutes flat. She wondered what made him think he could handle a night out drinking. "I'm here to pick him up."
"You might need some help. Let me give you a hand," the driver offered.
"Sure, thanks," Seraphina agreed.
They headed to the car. Dashiell was already half out of it, teetering on the edge of sleep but not quite there.
"I'll carry him. You just lead the way," the driver said.
"That'd be awesome, thanks," Seraphina replied.
"No problem," the driver said, hoisting Dashiell up while Seraphina led the way into the neighborhood.
She kept glancing back, half-expecting Dashiell to start thrashing or puking.
Luckily, he was out cold, not even a twitch.
Seraphina guided the driver into the house and had him lay Dashiell on the bed. She handed the driver a generous tip as he left, thinking carrying someone as heavy as Dashiell was no joke. Despite his lean frame, he was surprisingly hefty.
Once the driver was gone, Seraphina took a quick look at Dashiell's flushed face. Seeing he was out for the count, she turned to leave. They were separated, and she had no plans to move back in with him. The memory of Dashiell's coldness still stung.
As she was leaving, she decided to check on Lucy. She knocked on her door, but it swung open—it wasn't even closed. The room was empty. She checked a few other rooms. Had Dashiell let Lucy go too?
Even though Dashiell's leg had mostly healed, one leg was still a bit iffy. Why would he fire Lucy? Wasn't he worried about getting hurt living alone?
Seraphina felt a weird mix of emotions. She bit her lip, deciding to ignore Dashiell. But then she heard a loud crash from his room.
She rushed back in, heart pounding, and found Dashiell on the floor.
"Dashiell, you okay?" she asked, crouching down.
Dashiell opened his eyes, looking at her like he didn't recognize her. "I wanna throw up..." he mumbled.
So he had tried to get to the bathroom but ended up rolling off the bed instead.
"Hold on, I'll get you a trash can," Seraphina said, quickly fetching one and helping him up.
The next second, Dashiell was hugging the trash can, puking his guts out.
Seraphina wondered just how much he had drunk to get in this state. Once he was done, she struggled to get him back into bed, then took the trash can outside to empty it.
When she came back, she poured a glass of water and set it by the bed. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed Dashiell tugging uncomfortably at his clothes.
Seraphina sighed deeply and moved to help him.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
